Saturday, July 30, 2011
We are planning a move so our house will be for sale in a couple of months. Even though we are looking forward to the change and hoping for a new way of life it's a sad story saying goodbye to this much loved house. I keep telling myself that home is where we are and that everything has and end but still. I really truly love this house. The creaking of the stairs, the yearly struggle to fit the Christmas tree in our small living room, the names we have for all the places/spots where things can get lost. "Go look on the mosaic shelf" "Have you checked the kiosk?" I do not consider myself a nostalgic person but I find myself spending my evenings going through my photo archives searching for pictures of this home. Sometimes just looking, sometimes, like with these, juggle about in photo shop. These two photos show a little bit of what I love about this house. The living room/kitchen floor is always a little bit too hot, the light always very warm. The upper, bedroom floor, is cool and the light grayish. This post is totally therapeutic. There will be more. And I will get over it.